1pov
My father sighed as he lead me to my room. "You've had quite the eventful day." he stated, opening the door to my large room. It was clean and nice, but bland. Everything was white or grey with the exception of the comforter on the bed, which had dull pink and purple colored flowers and an icky yellow for the leaves. If I didn't know better, I'd think that this was only a spare bedroom that he put together at the last minute (though I wondered what he was doing while he left me alone in the kitchen to doodle). "Why not you get some rest? Tomorrow, we have some more errands to do."
I sighed before I yawned. One thing was for sure, I was exhausted. I tiredly made my way to the bed, which felt as horrid as it looked with it's scratchy texture, and crawled under the sheets, which were low quality as well. "This is a little uncomfortable." I admitted. "Is there any better quality bedding somewhere else in the house?"
My father scratched the back of his head and chuckled embarrassingly. "Sorry, love." he apologized. "I don't have any spare blankets and pillows that are much better. We'll get better quality bedding tomorrow, okay _? " I groaned and laid down. My father sighed as he turned off the light. "Good night, love."
As the night wore on, I found it harder and harder to fall asleep with the itchy, drafty sheets and the heavy, rough comforter. With no better ideas on how to get to sleep, I just started singing. I wasn't sure what I was singing, where I heard it before, or if the language even existed since I only knew English as of when I found myself with Alfred, Francis, and my father, but the song seemed to calm me and make sleeping less of a chore.
"Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò solo te io amerò~
Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò e a nessun altro lo darò~
"Lo darò alla tua dolcezza quando tu mi parlerai~
Ad ogni bacio ogni carezza che tu mi regalerai~
Lo darò ai tuoi desideri quando a te mi stringerai~
Lo darò a tutti i tuoi sogni che con me dividerai~
"Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò solo te io amerò~
Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò e a nessun altro lo darò~
"E se vuoi farti un'idea di quanto è grande questo amore~
Alza gli occhi verso il cielo e preparati a volare~
E quando sarai arrivato sul pianeta più lontano~
Quello è il raggio del mio amore ora sai quanto ti amo~
"Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò solo te io amerò~
Ninna nanna ninnaò questo amore a chi lo do~
Lo do a te finché vivrò e a nessun altro lo darò~
"Sognami amore mio~
Ti coccolerò~
Sognami amore mio~
lo ti riscalderò~
E come in una favola~
Con un bacio ti sveglierò~
"Dormi amore nel mio letto dormi qui tutta la notte~
E se sarà una notte fredda tu mi stringerai più forte~
E quando poi sarà l'inverno io non me ne accorgerò~
Sembrerà già primavera quando mi risveglierò~
"Ninna nanna ninnaò quando mi risveglierò~
Ninna nanna ninnaò quando mi risveglierò~
"Ninna nanna ninnaò guarda fuori come piove~
Ninna nanna ninnaò amore mio non te ne andare~
Ninna nanna ninnaò si lo so che è già mattinò~
Ninna nanna ninnaò resta qui stammi vicino~
"Sognami amore mio~
Ti coccolerò~
Sognami amore mio~
Ti scalderò~"
3pov
Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio went to the bar as planned, but as the trio got more and more drunk, the Frenchman found it harder and harder to hide his depressed state. As drunk as they were, it still didn't go unnoticed by his friends. "What's wrong Brohas?!" Gilbert slurred, spilling his beer as he swung around to land on the blonde. "You're not a depressed drunk! You're a flirty, happy drunk!"
"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~~~" Antonio dragged as he sat back very relaxed and chill with his eyes barely open and a lazy smile on his lips. "You're a happyyyyyyyyy drunk. Be happy~"
"There's nothing to be happy about! I'm so worthless and such a complete disgrace!" Francis cried as he took another shot of whiskey. He gave up on wine a while ago. "I lied to everyone! I destroyed love! Me! The country of love! Denied love to such an innocent mademoiselle!"
"Cheer up Francy!" Gilbert laughed. "We all deny girls love all the time! It's the only thing that makes our trio cursed, but it must be done."
"You don't understand!" the blonde cried, swinging another shot before filling the small glass again. "It's not like that! I lied to the Vargas girl! I denied her from her papa! My life is over! The world will crumble!"
At the word 'Vargas', Antonio perked up a little, but was too drunk to remember where exactly he knew that name from (the bartender should've cut them off hours ago, but unfortunately, the bartender was a newbie girl, and they worked their flirty magic).
Unfortunately for Francis specifically, Ludwig had another long day at work and decided to go to the bar for a swing if beer or two. But when he saw that his brother was already there and already seeming to be at the alcohol limit and still drinking, he changed his mind and only ordered a water so he could drive Gilbert home, and most likely his friends too. The German found it odd that the Frenchman ordered whiskey instead of wine, and that he got more depressed instead of more goofy, so he listened to the conversation between the trio closely. They were too drunk to notice him, and he heard every word that slurred from their lips.
As soon as he heard the word 'Vargas', like Antonio, Ludwig perked up, but with the German being stone cold sober and the Spaniard being...not so much...Ludwig was able to pin point the name with his friend. He wasn't sure what was going on, this being the one time Feliciano didn't contact him the second things looked bad, but he was going to find out.
First thing was first, Gilbert was stumbling drunk, and the younger brother didn't want to risk trusting any of the trio behind the wheel. With a loud grunt, he made himself known to the three. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, presenting his water. "I'm sober."
"Nien West!" Gilbert smiled, overly animatedly taking another sloppy swing of his beer. "I can drive myself! Besides, my car is in the front."
"I noticed." Ludwig stated. "But, bruder, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" the platinum blonde stated. "I'm just relaxed! Right guys?"
Antonio nodded. "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~~~"
Francis shot his eyes wide. It seemed like he sobered up in just that flash of fear in his eyes. "Wait, we're drunk?! Really drunk?! I have to go!"
The German tilted his head at the Frenchman. "I'm offering you a ride home." he reminded. "And, yes, all three of you are drunk."
"I'll call Matthew, or Alfred, or Arthur." Francis stated. "You know, since we're at war, and you probably would just take me to your house to lock me in the basement again, I feel more comfortable if one of the Allies took me home."
Ludwig sighed. He understood the worry the Frenchman expressed, but noticed the sudden change between drunk, blubbering baby to paranoid, reasonable man. He passed it off as nothing as he turned back to the two drunk men left at the bar.
Francis bit down hard on his nails as he stumbled his way to the back room for the phone.
When Francis had Arthur on the phone, he broke down sobbing. "Angleterre!" he cried. "I need you to come and get me!"
Arthur sighed on the other line. "What's wrong?"
"I'm horridly drunk, I can't remember the past few hours, and Ludwig, Gilbert and Antonio are here!" the Frenchman sobbed as his breathing became uneven. "The last thing I remember is that Gilbert and Antonio came to my house to hang out, and I suggested we go to the bar since I had everything in _'s suitcase all spread out on my bed to look through!"
"You WHAT?!" the Brit shouted. "You went through _'s things?! How low are you willing to go to see a girl's undergarments?!"
"IT WASN'T LIKE THAT!" Francis screamed. "Please come and take me home? We'll talk more about this when I'm sober."
"No!" Arthur denied. "You got yourself in this mess, now dig yourself out!"
"Excuse me?!" the blonde drunk shouted in offense. "I seem to recall several times when you were drunk and I took you home, one time specifically when you were with Alfred and your plan to get him drunk enough to tell you his top secret information backfired, you ended up so drunk you didn't even remember your religion and started spilling your own guts, and I had to drive you home! You still owe me for that!"
"Bloody hell!" Arthur shouted in embarrassment. "You and Alfred promised never to speak of it again! How is it you can remember that, but not what happened in the past few hours?!"
"The point is!" Francis interrupted. "I have no clue if I said anything about _! I am drunk enough to slip up like that, and Gilbert and Antonio are too drunk to process it if I did say anything, but Ludwig is here, I don't know how long he's been here, and he's stone sober! Please! I'm begging you! Come and pick me up!"
The line was silent before the Brit sighed. "...Alright, fine. I'll meet you there in a little while. We will talk more when you get sober."
"Merci! Merci!" Francis thanked, not noticing that Arthur already hung up.
When Ludwig finally had stopped at his house to drop off Gilbert, then to Antonio's house to drop off the Spaniard, he made one last stop before circling back home. With a sigh, he rang the doorbell of the house he arrived at. The door was answered by none other than his friend, Feliciano, who was a little shocked to see the big blonde. "Ludwig?" he asked. "What's going on?"
"Is there something wrong?" the German asked. "Did something happen here I should know about?"
The red-head shook his head. "...No..." he answered. "...All I could think of is that _ went missing. Lovino's been in her room all day, and I think he was in there all last night too, cause he said that she left yesterday. Why?"
The military man sighed as he dropped his shoulders and entered the house, shutting the door behind him. "What I'm going to say, you might not want to hear. I know how close you are to Francis, but this still must be said."